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Reflection Lane

Outside the rain is gently falling gently calling out my name
Whispering take a walk with me walk along reflection lane

Down the road and past the garden where your favorite flowers grew
Past the park that guards the river where the winds of passion blew

Up the maple tree crowned hill where your favorite sunset displayed
Around the lake and to the house where your favorite music played

And as the rain continues falling gently calling out my name
I grab a coat and an umbrella and walk along reflection lane